Trot along, run to another street and finally reach the main street.
The shops on the main street are all closed, and there are many people coming and going. There are also some mobile stalls selling sesame cakes on the street.
Looking for a small figure of yiguang pharmacy to walk past the sesame seed cake stall, and as a result, a man ran quickly from behind more than ten meters away and grabbed her shoulder.
"Little beggar, how dare you steal?" Catch Yan Liang. The man in apron is covered with flour and oil stains. His face is fierce and he holds her tightly.
As soon as the little figure turns to Yan Liang, the conditioned reflex pulls his wrist, and the man’s hand is loosened when he twists it.
"What are you talking about? Who stole something? " Her face is tight, although she is dirty and her clothes are tattered, but her eyes are particularly sharp
"Oh you this little beggar is quite strong! You stole my baked wheat cake for money or I’ll break your leg. "The man’s eyebrows stood up with his hand broken, and he waved her hand to beat her.
"Said I stole your baked wheat cake evidence? I don’t have any baked wheat cake on my hand. I don’t even have any oil stains on my hand. What makes you say I stole your baked wheat cake? Even though I’m short in rags, I don’t want you to slander me! If you don’t get angry, I will accompany you to the newspaper office. "Take a step back, Yan Liang’s words are clear, and the childish voice is strict and there is no doubt."
The big man also froze for a few seconds, but instead sneered, "Little beggar has sharp teeth and sharp mouth. Just now you passed my baked wheat cake stall and lost three of them. Who are you?"
People have stopped around, and no one will miss this excitement.
"Have I a person? There are many people coming and going in this street. If you look at my ragged clothes, call me a thief. If you look so fierce, can I call you a murderer? " Yan Liang stare big eyes black and white eyes cold light convergence.
"You,,,," The man choked the bystanders around him and burst into laughter. An adult can’t argue with a little beggar.
Seeing that he couldn’t speak, Yan Liang snorted and looked around at the line of sight, and finally decided on a dirty little boy.
His hair is unkempt, and he looks like a little beggar. Looking at this side from the farthest place is full of interest.
The line of sight slipped from his face to his skirt and finally fell to his leg. Yan Liang narrowed his eyes. "I stole your sesame cake!" Reached a finger and everyone looked at it.
The little beggar froze and shook his head. "It’s not me, it’s not me."
"Not you? Look at your legs stained with flour. You must have just climbed up. Your skirt and sesame seeds were eaten in a hurry. Sesame fell off your clothes. You didn’t notice that you crawled close to his sesame seed stall and stole it when he wasn’t looking. It happened that after I passed the sesame seed stall, his shoes and trousers were stained with flour, sesame seeds and aprons were all oily. Why don’t you reach out and let us see if there is any oily noodles? You’re not making sesame seeds. How can you get all these things on your body? You are a thief? You walked towards the backward beggar. Yan Liang’s words were clear.
Walk up to him and pull out his dirty little hand hidden behind him. Sure enough, it’s covered with oil and sesame seeds.
The bystanders around me made such a sound. The little beggar tried to earn his hand, but he never earned Yan Liang.
The man who made baked wheat cakes walked a few steps and looked at the little beggar and Yan Liang. It seemed that he didn’t know what to say.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, the ringing palm sounded and they looked over and saw an old man wearing dark black’s strong waist and a blue rolling Phnom Penh belt coming along.
"It’s a good seedling to have such amazing insight at a young age!" Despite his age, his eyes are bright, his waist is straight and his back is very healthy.
After Yan Liang looked at him, he let go of the little beggar. The little beggar got the chance and ran to make baked wheat cakes. The man immediately chased him.
"It’s you." This old man is the one who gave her steamed bread yesterday.
"Yes, it’s me. It’s a good thing I didn’t leave, otherwise we wouldn’t have a chance to meet. Tell me how you know that little beggar is a thief?" The old man squatted down to stare at Yan Liang’s dirty little face and was very interested.
"As I just said, it’s not unreasonable for him to make baked wheat cakes, and it’s obvious that he is a thief when he sees me arrested." The little beggar’s heart is different from his watching, but he may be a thief by 40%.
"good! Then I ask you, if you are hungry, will you steal something to eat? " The old man asked again and wanted to know.
"Will" Yan Liang is very simple without hesitation.
The old man nodded and said, "Your family can be living on the street, penniless, and you can’t even eat. In that case, would you like to come with me?"
Eyes slightly flash Yan Liang carefully looked at his eyes "good" and asked nothing. She agreed.
"Okay, let’s go!" The old man laughed at his face, and Zhou Zheng’s brow was full of righteousness. It was kind to laugh like that.